07-16-2019, 03:10 PM
sometimes i wonder, will god ever forgive us for what we've done to each other?
then i look around and realize, god left this place a long time ago.
Such a strange concept, he thinks, luck.
She thinks herself lucky to be draped in stars.
Because she is beautiful in a way that hitches the breath in his throat.
He thinks himself lucky to be so undeniably plain.
Because he is better off on his own.
But he smirks. A small, lilting thing and he shakes his head as if he’s swallowing a secret. She moves to eradicate a large swath of the space that separates them and he does not flinch. The muscles do not tremble, the hide does not quiver. He just goes on watching her. Perhaps there is still a flicker of amusement in the dark eyes, despite the absence of the slanted smirk he’d worn only moments before.
He is self-assured, though some have preferred the word ‘arrogant’. He notches up his chin and he breathes her in, too. It is an unfamiliar thing, reminiscent of no place he’s ever been before.
She laughs then and his expression softens. His dark ears flit briefly to and fro as the sound of it sinks into the marrow of his bones. He draws in a steady breath, holds it a beat, considers her question. He exhales and then shakes his head. “I don’t think you’re trying to impress me,” he muses. Perhaps it goes without saying, but he says it anyway.
He reaches for her then, briefly touches the slope of her shoulder before he draws away again. He does not immediately know what possessed him to touch her, thinks maybe it was his want to know if she feels as cold as the night sky appears. He comes away without an answer, the touch so brief that it barely registered at all.
“And anyway, how do you know I’m not impressed?” he asks, tilts his own head a fraction.
